Yi Qingqing put the bowl aside, put one hand through Yun Guyuan's neck, supported him, and lifted his upper body a little bit. With the other hand, she quickly overlapped the pillow and helped him lie down again.

Then he brought the sugar water over, sat down beside the bed, scooped half a spoonful of brown sugar water, blew it gently, and then brought it to Yun Guyuan's mouth.

Yun Guyuan obediently let her do whatever she wanted, not wanting to take his eyes off her for a moment. He watched her busying herself for him and listened to her words that were complaints but actually concerns. His mind was blank but his heart was filled.

He actually didn't really have no strength left, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get up and open the door just now.

But at this time he just wanted to be a useless person who couldn't even lift a spoon.

No one has cared about whether he is good or not for too long?

After his father passed away, he was left homeless. If he got sick, he would just get over it.

He thought he had gotten used to it, but in fact, he still longed for warmth!

Yi Qingqing was "concentrating" on scooping the brown sugar water. After seeing Yun Guyuan's pitiful look once, she didn't dare to look at him a second time.

She admitted that her self-control was so poor when facing this man!

So she looked at the bowl in her hand, at the soup spoon, and at Yun Guyuan's gradually moistening lips, but she didn't dare to look into his eyes.

After drinking half a bowl of brown sugar water, he felt that his mouth should be sweet. The remaining brown sugar water in the bowl was no longer hot enough to make him drunk. Yi Qingqing took out the paper-wrapped pills hidden in her purse and said, "This is Analgin, for fever."

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Yun Guyuan hummed softly and stared at her intently, unable to see enough of her.

Yi Qingqing sighed as she looked at his still closed lips. How could this man be like a child when he was sick? She put the pills to her mouth and said, "Open your mouth!"

Yun Guyuan obediently opened his mouth a little, and Yi Qingqing put the pill in. Her fingers inevitably touched his warm lips, and she quickly retracted them.

"Well, that's all that's left. Drink it in one gulp and swallow the pill." She helped him up with one hand again.

Finally, she finished feeding him the bowl of brown sugar water and the medicine. Yi Qingqing felt that she was about to have a fever.

She quickly put the pillow flat again, put him down, and tucked the quilt in again.

Then he wanted to escape from the kang as quickly as possible.

Yi Qingqing felt the edge of her clothes become heavier, so she had to stop and look back.

Yun Guyuan's arm stretched out at some point and grabbed the corner of her clothes.

"Don't go." There was a hint of desire in the voice.

Yi Qingqing almost sat back down.

The remaining shred of rationality after last night's mental preparation pulled her back and tucked his hand back into the quilt, softening her tone: "Don't stretch it out again, cover your sweat! I won't leave! I'll get you some hot water to wipe your sweat and apply a compress on your forehead, be good!"

"Okay," Yun Guyuan agreed. When Yi Qingqing left the kang and turned her back to get a basin to pour water, he turned his head away and still looked at her.

Yi Qingqing was taking this opportunity to calm her breathing.

She was still too young and couldn't stand being looked at by him twice.

After hesitating for a while, she finally wrung out the towel soaked in hot water. When she turned around to wipe his sweat, she saw that his head was not only tilted, but also tilted back in a very uncomfortable position, just to see her.

Yi Qingqing didn't know how she felt.

But at this moment, she truly felt that Yun Guyuan really needed her.

There is a very solid feeling.

She still felt shy and blushed, but no longer nervous. She gently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and when she went back to wring out the towel, she brought the basin to the kang.

Let him watch if he wants to, but if it’s too far away he might have to twist his neck.

Although it was only for a short while, after the towel was placed on his forehead, Comrade Yun could no longer move his head casually.

"Take a nap. I'll be here." Yi Qingqing sat on the edge of the kang and looked at him.

Yun Guyuan closed his eyes reluctantly.

He pictured her appearance in his mind and didn't want to sleep at all, but his body didn't allow it. Soon his breathing became long and deep, and this time, he slept soundly.

Yi Qingqing waited until he fell asleep before tiptoeing back to her room, taking out a clay pot of porridge from the space, picking up the textbooks and notes on the table, and quickly returned to Yun Guyuan's room.

The first thing I did when I came back was to see if Yun Guyuan was sleeping well and if the towel on his forehead was still warm.

Only after she found out that there was no problem did she quietly breathe a sigh of relief and put the clay pot on the stove on his side to warm it over a low fire.

He didn't eat any breakfast or lunch, so he must be hungry. It would be a good idea to keep the porridge warm and drink it later.

Then he brought a small stool and sat on the kang, reading a book and organizing his notes.

Change his towel from time to time, check whether he is sleeping well, and test the temperature of his body.

The temperature soon dropped, and Yi Qingqing moved the towel aside, letting him sleep well.

Yun Guyuan felt that he had slept very peacefully and comfortably. When he woke up, he felt relaxed.

He almost couldn't wait to open his eyes and look for her.

Not far away, she was sitting on a small stool with a book on her knees, reading very seriously, and occasionally writing and drawing, which looked very beautiful.

After Yi Qingqing finished reading this paragraph, she looked up and looked at Yun Guyuan's situation. She saw someone staring at her with his head tilted to one side. She smiled sweetly, put down the book, stood up and walked over: "Are you awake? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Yun Guyuan shook his head slightly: "Very comfortable, this is the most comfortable illness I have ever had."

Hearing this, thinking of his family background, Yi Qingqing felt a little sour in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face. She reached out to feel the temperature of his forehead and compared it with her own forehead: "Well, the temperature is really normal. Are you hungry? I'm warming up the porridge for you. Get up and have some!"

"Okay," Yun Guyuan lifted the quilt and sat up.

Yi Qingqing took his coat that he had put aside and asked him to put it on. "Sit a little closer inside. I'll move the kang table over so it'll be more convenient."

Yun Guyuan moved reluctantly.

Yi Qingqing brought the porridge to the table on the kang and pushed it towards him, "Drink it quickly, and take a hot bath after that to get rid of the disease."